The Unlikely Gift of Stillness

...thoughts fall like dried leaves to the the Braille litany of the forest floor.

Photo by Melissa Askew on Unsplash

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The unlikely gift of stillness
rests in you
now.

It’s branches open quietly,
vulnerable,
lustrous,
beckoning.

You can trust this companionship,
let hurry fall away.

Being in stillness
invites sweet running river water
to calm our minds,
to heal our voices,
tarnished by fear.

Walking in stillness entices
the many winds of the world
to dance with us,
challenging with unexpected
darting hands,
reminding us to play.

In stillness our thoughts
fall like dried leaves
to the the Braille litany
of the forest floor.

Let them entangle there,
let them be lost.

In the unlikely gift of stillness
this prayer moves through me,
as water,
as wind,
as Butterfly mosaic wings,
as an offering to all who are lost,
each suffering being,
who has wandered away

from stillness
resting within,
now.